In Love With My Bully-Chapter 88: Losing my Ex Wife

I was determined to win back my wife whichever way I could. I would give her the world if she would ask me for it but damn, she was making it feel like a military-level operation. Queen’s pregnancy wasn’t this tough. This one turned her into a hormonal hurricane, a fire-breathing dragon, and a mafia boss all in one. And yet, I still wanted her back.

Every night, I braced myself for the inevitable phone call.

Ring. Ring.

"Richard." Her voice would come through the phone, sweet and soft.

"Yes, babe?"

"I want ice cream."

"That’s okay, I can—"

"With chocolate chunks and some peppersoup from my favourite restaurant."

"...Nita."

"Richard, I am carrying your child. Your second child. If I don’t get this ice cream in exactly twenty-five minutes, I will un-carry your child."

The line would go dead, and I’d already be running out the door.

The ice cream wasn’t the worst of it. The worst was Mama L’s Burgers. That woman practically became my business partner. I had her on speed dial. She knew my car horn. She smirked at me when she handed me the bag.

"Y’all still fighting?" she’d ask, popping her gum.

I’d just nod, sigh, and drive over, knowing full well what awaited me.

Every single time, Nita would yank open the door, snatch the burger from my hands, inhale the scent dramatically, take a bite, moan, and then—

Slam.

Right in my face.

I had spent more time outside her door than I had inside my own damn house.

*****

By the time I dragged myself to Victor’s office, I was exhausted. Mentally, emotionally, spiritually bankrupt.

"I don’t understand why she’s being so stubborn," I groaned, throwing myself onto the couch.

Victor laughed. "I always knew she was stubborn, but look who’s talking," he said, shaking his head. "Richard, you need to understand something. You left. You left when she needed you the most. Before that, you told the world you were never getting back with her. Before that, you didn’t tell her you regained your memories. Before that, you treated her like crap when you lost your memory and conveniently left her out of the picture, before that...."

"Okay! I get it. I’m an asshole!" I interrupted, throwing a cushion at him. "But everything I’ve done, I did to protect her."

Victor gave me a long stare, then leaned forward with his elbows on his desk. "Including cheating with Gwen, which led to her pinning your half-brother’s baby on you?"

I groaned and rubbed my temples. "Believe it or not, I was protecting her then too."

Silence.

Victor blinked. "I knew you were dumb, but I didn’t know you were this dumb."

I sighed, dragging a hand down my face. "You already know we had an arranged marriage. But what you don’t know is... I’ve been in love with Nita since high school."

Victor sat up straighter. "Seriously?"

"Yeah," I muttered. "And because of me, Sam hurt her."

Victor’s expression turned sharp. "Hurt her how?"

I hesitated. "He sexually assaulted her. It messed her up emotionally. That’s why she had so many issues with intimacy which you know."

Victor’s face darkened. "So you decided the best way to help was to—"

"—Hook up with Gwen, yeah," I admitted. "Look, imagine living in a house with someone you love but can’t touch because it triggers her. I thought... I thought if I took that part of the relationship out of our marriage, she’d feel safer."

Victor just stared at me.

"I have said it before and I will say it again. Your marriage was toxic."

I groaned and sank back into the chair. "I know, okay? I know I screwed up. But I just... I just want my wife back."

Victor sighed. "Give her time, man. You don’t expect to disappear one day, reappear the next, and have her jump into your arms."

"I know, but I also think she’s punishing me."

"Oh, absolutely." Victor grinned. "I even give her ideas sometimes."

"You son of a bitch!" I lunged across the desk. Victor laughed, dodging, clearly enjoying my suffering.

Glad he’s having fun at my expense.

*****

Since I still hadn’t gone back to work, I had all the free time in the world to chase after her. I just wished she could have her cravings during the day, instead of summoning me at ungodly hours of the night.

So, I decided to be proactive.

I parked in her garage, preemptively armed with everything she could possibly demand at midnight. Ice cream? Check. Burgers? Check. Pickles? Check. I even threw in a bouquet of flowers because I’m a romantic dumbass.

I knocked on her door, smiling like a fool, waiting for my warm welcome.

Instead, Nita opened the door, took one look at me, and frowned.

I raised my hands in surrender. "I just came to see Queen, Nita. Don’t pull out your gun yet."

She rolled her eyes but let me in. Progress.

I handed her the items, flashing my most charming smile. "How are you doing?"

She took everything and inspected my haul. "As great as I can be, considering you knocked me up a second time just a few months after I pushed a whole human out of my vagina."

I wanted to laugh, I really did. Not just because of what she said but how she said it. The sarcasm, the exasperated sigh, the deep suffering in her eyes—it was comedic gold.

But I valued my life, so I swallowed my laughter and wisely turned my attention to Queen.

She was sitting in her little pram, playing with a toy.

"Hey, troublemaker," I muttered as I scooped her up and sat on the floor with her.

Queen blinked at me, then slapped my face with her tiny hand.

"Wow. Okay. Noted."

I started making small talk with her anyway, even though she didn’t understand a damn thing. She babbled nonsense back at me, which, honestly, was probably what I deserved after the mistakes I’d made.

Meanwhile, Nita had moved to the small desk by the window, her temporary home office. I knew what she was working on. Victor was launching his company soon, and since he had been quite pleasant, I planned to help out. I had already thrown a couple of clients his way, but I was going to pull my weight during the launch. It was the least I could do to thank him.

A few minutes later, Queen ditched me. Just fell asleep.

I sighed, placing her on the small couch before heading toward Nita.

"Anything I can help with?" I asked, standing behind her.

"No," she quipped without looking at me. "Queen is asleep. You can leave now."

I groaned, rubbing my temples. "Nita, come on. When are you going to stop being mad at me?"

"Hmm, let me think... Forever?"

I sighed. "Let me fix this." I placed my hands on her shoulders and hesitantly started massaging them.

She stiffened for a moment but then... relaxed. Just a little.

"You can’t," she muttered.

"I can."

"How? By proposing to marry me a third time?" She snorted. "Come on, Richard. The moment I get this baby out of me, I’m going out there. I will find myself a boy toy and make him f—"

I spun her chair around so fast she gasped.

Then I leaned in close.

Dangerously close.

"Let me tell you how that is going to go," I murmured, my voice low and serious. "I will break his bones and make sure he disappears from the face of the earth."

Her eyes widened slightly, but I wasn’t done. I leaned in even closer, making sure she felt every ounce of possessiveness I had for her.

"You may be mad at me now, sweetie," I continued, my lips hovering just above hers, "but you are mine. You have always been mine. And nothing—not even your little tantrums—can change that."

I saw her pupils dilate, and my smirk grew.

Oh yeah.

I still got it.

Her eyes dropped to my lips, her breath hitched, and I knew... this was it.

And then—

WAAAAAAAAAH!

Oh.

For.

Fuck’s sake.

Nita jerked away and sprinted toward Queen.

I clenched my jaw, standing straight and exhaling through my nose.

My fire-breathing dragon of an ex-wife and my cockblocking daughter.

Fantastic.

Nita rocked Queen in her arms, avoiding my gaze. "Like I said, you can leave now."

I sighed, defeated. "Fine."

As I walked to the door, I turned back one last time, watching her fuss over Queen, pretending like she hadn’t just been two seconds away from kissing me.

I smirked.

This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

But when twelve am rolled around, and I heard the phone ring, my ex wife’s picture flashing on the screen, I was seriously considering it to be over. I had gotten everything she could ask me for, what the fuck else could she want.

I picked up the phone and heard the panic in her voice. "Richard? I’m bleeding. I think I’m losing the baby."

Fuck!